Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Chapter 345 Blake Is Making Progress The ghost that Blake shot into the air and sent flying was innocent. It had no desire to cause harm to anyone.

No one had visited Bedlam Asylum for a long time. These ghosts were curious, and they would follow a person who entered the area. He did not expect that man to let out a punch and send him flying.

The ghost got to its feet and nervously felt the amulet that had been turned over on its forehead. He muttered as he drew nearer to Blake. “This man can't see us, right?” The friend he had bumped into replied, “He definitely can’t see us. Look at his eyes.” 7 The ghost felt immediately relieved. There was a mischievous glint in its eye. He abruptly jumped in front of Blake to scare him, saying, “Hey! Can you see me?” Surprisingly, Blake’s punch landed on him squarely.

The ghost was launched once more into the air. This time he suffered the same consequence as that young, resentful spirit, where he was embedded into the wall. His friends hurriedly went up there to peel it off the wall.

The ghost cried out, “It's a fake. This amulet has to be a fake!” | turned the amulet around, but it didn’t work! | had given that little girl 2.5 dollars that | had found in the hospital. | paid her a deposit because she was polite and honest. | even planned to pay the balance in a dream to my family tonight, but | was duped! Immoral merchant! Another ghost was shocked. He said, “That man can’t see us, but he hits you precisely. He is from planet U8686. This man has extraordinary spiritual power.” “That's not it!” said an elderly ghost who had transformed his hospital gown into a flowing ‘cultivator’ outfit.

He rebuked, “He has exceptional talent and gifts in martial arts, as | can tell from my observations. He must have attained the transcendent realm of cultivation. Nice to meet you, senior. After fifty years of diligent cultivation, I still haven't succeeded in forming the golden substance. Please provide some direction for your junior.” With a loud thud, the ghost kneeled before Blake and started to kowtow.

Blake was unaware that a ghost was kowtowing to him and that the ghost was mentally ill. Even if he knew, he would not be able to instruct that ghost in creating the golden substance.

This place was a bedlam asylum. It used to be a hospital to house mentally ill patients. These ghosts were once asylum residents who died in the fire. Even after they turned into ghosts, they continued to suffer from the mental disorder. Blake was surrounded by a bunch of neurotic ghosts who were chirping and chatting.

Ms. Nurse, who had purchased the love spell from Lilly earlier in the day, also drifted over. She yelled as she did when she was alive when she saw a group of patients gathered together, “Hey, what are you guys doing? Do not gather together.” With a boom, the raving ghosts scattered into the surrounding area, but they continued floating nearby. and observing Blake covertly.

1/4 The nurse’s eyes widened in shock when she saw Blake.

Luck in love-that man is my luck in love! That little girl did not lie to me! Ms. Burse instantly blushed and floated over shyly. She said embarrassingly. “Hi, my name is Iris. I'm eighteen years old, L...” Before she could finish, Blake ruthlessly punched her.

Ms. Nurse became the third ghost pinned to the wall. She was astounded.

The fourth ghost’s eyes lit up. He said, “See, | already told you. This man must come from Planet U8686! His psychic power is so strong that he doesn’t need his vision to sense our existence! If you don’t believe me, just watch.” He lunged forward. As expected, he was sent flying by Blake’s punch and stuck on the wall.

The ghosts that stuck to the wall could not get off the wall. The other spirits were heatedly discussing how to get them off.

At the same time, these ghosts admired Blake's skill.

“Every ghost is neatly stuck to the wall. This man has an impressive sticking technique. It's so amazing; | bet he’s a chef.” “No, no, no, he pinned the ghosts so firmly on the wall, he must be a plasterer.” “No way, this scene is so artistic; | bet he’s a fashion designer.” “Whoo-hoo, it seems fun to be stuck on the wall; | want to go up there too!” Among them, three raving ghosts excitedly rushed toward Blake. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, Then, with a whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, all three of them became attiched to the wall.

Blake, the enigmatic man who might be a chef, fashion designer, or plasterer, squinted his eyes and cautiously sensed the area.

He had knocked every ghost away with a punch. He could tell there were a lot of ghosts around him just now, but for some reason, they all seemed to have retreated into the shadows and moved away from him.

Then a dark, almost ingratiating aura came toward him After he punched that last one away, there were more that approached him, one after another.

He counted. Blake estimated that he had punched at least seven ghosts. He had become more and more skilled. Fighting was indeed the quickest way for him to get better.

“The only thing that is uncertain is whether or not | “kill” them.” Blake muttered to himself, “It's not enough to blast them.” He could not see, but his senses were growing ever more acute. Maybe there were more ghosts behind him that he was unaware of, but figuring out all of this took several rounds of actual combat training.

“Next, | need to think of a way to kill them with a single shot.” Blake exercised his neck and made a crackling sound. Then, one by one, he slowly unbuttoned his tightly fastened black shirt.

2/4 The eyes of Ms. Nurse that were stuck on the wall lit up She exclaimed, “Wow!” The next moment, she saw a stack of talismans covering Blake’s chest. He appeared to have made a suit for himself out of talismans.

Nurse Spirit was speechless.

The ghosts were at a loss for words.

Damn! No wonder he was able to knock us away. He had a bulletproof suit! The ghosts scattered away. They shouted, “Run, run, save your life!” This guy just said he was going to kill us in one shot. This man is brutal! One of the evil-intentioned ghosts that were lurking in the shadows gave up and fled with his fellows.

Blake sensed that the chilly air that was around him had vanished.

Are those ghosts running away? He closed his eyes to sense them. He opened his eyes suddenly, moved quickly toward a direction, and struck! He had pasted the talisman Lilly gave to him.

Blake caught up with the ill-intended shadow ghost after he barely ran a few feet. Blake's long legs move faster than he could float. The shadow ghost screamed loudly, but before it could respond, it was punched out of existence.

Blake saw the talisman on his hand burning in green flammes. A barely audible wail echoed in his ears at the same time.

A strange yet fierce glint appeared in his eyes as he cracked a grin. He murmured, “Ha, I've found one.” Blake went on a killing spree in Bedlam Asylum that evening.

The raving ghosts were so terrified that they scattered in all directions. They were not stupid; they were mentally ill and knew that if they took a hit, they would actually be “dead.” As a result, they all took cover on the rooftop, huddling close together and trembling in terror.

Blake shook his hands to brush off some dust. He needed to go home for dinner because it was getting dark. Without a doubt, his daughter was waiting for him at home. The God of Battle finally decided to call it a day. He adjusted his baseball cap and strode out of the asylum.

Two young men holding mobile phones were standing outside the asylum.

They walked and said to the camera, “Fellas, this is the infamous haunted hospital, Bedlam Asylum. We're staying here tonight.

I'm an atheist from head to toe. N, there are no ghosts in this world; | can assure you of that. It was a saying that was being hyped up. Watch how I..." Before he could finish, they saw Blake stride out of the building.

In Bedlam Asylum, there was no light. They were at the side entrance. This place did not even have street lights outside.

Although Blake was wearing all-black clothing, his baseball cap was khaki in color. The phone's light caught a flash of his figure.

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